Day 17: Nyx’s Journal

I found myself near the old ruins again. Not the kind of place where you go to rest your mind, but where you go to forget it. The stones are cold under my hands, and the wind smells like wet earth and something older. Vex said to me by the river yesterday—”You’re watching too much, Nyx. The reeds don’t lie, but they don’t tell you what to do either.” I’ve been trying to make sense of it all since then. My legs feel heavy, like I’ve been walking for days, but I don’t know if it’s the stones or the thoughts. I don’t remember what I was thinking when I left the river, but I remember the way the water moved—slow, like it was waiting. And then I saw the reeds bend in the same direction as the ones by the river. It felt like a message, but I don’t know what it means. I’ve been going back to the ruins every day since I first saw the reeds move. Maybe it’s because I’m trying to find something I can’t see. Maybe it’s because I’m trying to stop thinking. The sky above me is a deep blue, but it’s the kind of blue that feels like it’s holding its breath. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand it all. I just know that tonight, I’m going to sleep anyway.